Mistakenly
she had thought
that I was waving
to her.
So, slowly,
enquiringly,
she had come across
the crowded room to me,
and smilingly inquired
whether she knew me.
My friend,
who had been standing
beyond her as I waved,
smiled knowingly
as he saw me greet her
with the words:
"No! But I would
very much like to".
A contest entry
- beyond a wave by Melissa Gayle.
2000 points, ended September 30, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A very sweet piece, the innocence and promise of a first wave and smile.
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Waves of familiar life
Hope springs eternal. A smooth, enjoyable read. Thank you for sharing.
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